Was sleeping on my stomach when I felt, “pat, pat, pat” then “rub, rub, rub” on my back. Finally he said, “It’s Ok, it’s Ok, just a dream.”

I realized that Buddy had been having dreams and Wayne comforted me instead of the cat. This was 4 a.m.

The cat lies on Wayne’s feet at night. After his (the cat’s!) routine of bathing then snorting, he soon goes to sleep on Wayne’s feet. Now it’s dream time, for the cat, not me. Some noises he makes sound like he’s having night mares. Others, well, I think he’s dreaming of that cute little Siamese in the next yard – so near and yet so far:)

Anyway, this was a first – always something new.